He Has No Idea

This is part 2 of my earlier post, titled “A Day of Dichotomies.”
After I finished writing that last all-over-the-place post, my son came downstairs and asked me to listen to the song he had just learned on his guitar. The song was “Broken” by Lifehouse. He has no idea what he just did for me. [...]

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A Day of Dichotomies

I’ve tried to write this post about a thousand times. Every time I read it, my words seem too weak, my sentences sound too trite, and I feel as if I haven’t made sense of anything. That is what I’m trying to do — make sense of a day that was filled with highs and [...]

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Kiosk Hater

That’s right. I’m a kiosk hater. I don’t like to go to the mall in the first place. It’s too much for my ADD brain to handle. So many busy window displays. A different song blaring out of each store I pass. The smell of cinnamon buns mixed with burritos wafting from the food court. [...]

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I Scare Myself

Sometimes I give too much information about myself. Incriminating information. Embarrassing information. Information I wish I could retract. This post may be one of those times.
But I’m also one who celebrates humor and is not afraid to make fun of myself. So that’s why I’m telling you this story. I was about to write a [...]

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So Many Tired Travelers

One of my greatest pleasures as a writer is to hear that something I have written resonates with another person. It’s as if two souls connect for a moment. Recently, a high school friend wrote to tell me she could relate to one of my blog posts. While her experience was different, she could certainly [...]

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The Power of a Girl

My nephew sent me an instant message on Facebook the other night. He wanted me to know he was bringing a friend to the lake this weekend.
“Uh oh, that means more trouble,” I joked.
“You may want to know it’s… a girl,” he replied.
“WHAAAAAT?”
He’s 14, my nephew. That’s old enough to have a girlfriend, right? Maybe. [...]

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Hope: A curse or a blessing?

My friend Stacy just posted this as her facebook status:
Stacy is thinking about how hope can sometimes act like a curse instead of a blessing. But in spite of its potential to be repeatedly crushed, I have to believe that hope with disappointments is better than no hope at all. Right?
I agree, Stacy.
When I [...]

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How to Guarantee A Good Cry

I hate crying. Wait, let me clarify. I actually hate crying  in front of people. I like crying when I’m alone. Well, “like” may be a bit too strong. But sometimes it feels good to cry. Today, for example.
Today was one of those days I knew I would cry. For years I have heard people [...]

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